"Do you regret it?" Tang Shuxin's pretty face changed color, thinking that it turned out that he was impulsive in saving her? Now she is starting to feel scared?
"Well, you said that when Shishi and the three girls took off their clothes, why did I faint?" Zhang Yang looked disappointed and continued: "If I could hold on a little longer, I could feast my eyes..."
"Get out, you gangster!" Tang Shuxin spat, and pushed him dumbfounded.
She knew Zhang Yang was joking, but the joke was a bit too dirty and obscene. Not to mention that he had just woken up from an injury, and he still felt like this? It was simply amazing...
oops!
Zhang Yang let out a scream, but this time he was not pretending. His whole body was in pain and he couldn't help but scream.
"Do you know it hurts? That means it's okay. You will definitely not die." A familiar voice came, and Shishi's figure came closer and closer.
Behind her, Shen Xue and Ling Bing'er followed, each holding a convenience bag filled with various wild fruits.
Damn it, I almost died, but you are still in the mood to pick wild fruits to eat? Zhang Yang saw the three of them holding a wild fruit in their hands and eating it with gusto, and he cursed sadly in his heart.
However, when I saw that each of their pretty faces were covered with several bloody scars, even though the skin was not scratched and no scars were left, I still felt extremely distressed.
"For the sake of saving Sister Shuxin, I'll reward you with a wild fruit." Shen Xuejiao said with a smile, took out a red wild fruit from the bag and threw it over.
When the wild fruit was about to hit Zhang Yang, Tang Shuxin reached out to catch it quickly, handed it to his mouth and said, "Do you want to eat it? If not, I will throw it away."
"Nonsense, why don't you eat it?" Zhang Yang knew she was joking, so he still raised his head sharply and bit into the wild fruit.
The sweet juice of the wild fruit flowed into his mouth, cheering him up. After taking a big bite, he felt burning pain on his face. He reached out and touched his cheek, only to find that there were several wounds with solidified blood on it.
He smiled bitterly and joked: "I'm actually disfigured. It will be difficult for me to find a wife in the future."
He was joking. The wounds were not deep and could not leave any scars. Even if they did, there would be no styptic powder left...
"What are you, a grown man, afraid of? We all had a lot of wounds on our bodies just to save you."
Shen Xue said and walked over, rolled up her sleeves to reveal her slender white arms and said, "Look, if you leave scars, you can't wear short-sleeved clothes in summer."
Zhang Yang looked up and saw that there was indeed a wound of a few centimeters on it, but it was not serious and would not leave any scars. He smiled evilly and said, "What about other places on the body?"
"Nonsense, of course. In order to save you just now, we took off all our clothes..."
When he said this, he immediately understood that he was deliberately making fun of her. Thinking of this, Shen Xue's pretty face turned red, and she bent down and stretched out her hand to give him a hard twist on the waist.
Zhang Yang couldn't help but let out another scream, but instead of receiving pity, several girls laughed happily at his misfortune.
When this girl was in the East China Sea, she was very gentle and quiet, with a complete ladylike demeanor.
But as time went by, Xiao Taimei's character gradually came to light, especially after Shishi lived in her home, the two of them were together every day, and they became more unruly and willful.
"It's okay Xiaoxue, he was in a coma just now and didn't see anything." Tang Shuxin comforted her with a smile.
"Even so, I didn't get any advantage from you. Besides, my injury wasn't more serious. How can I see people when I'm disfigured?" Zhang Yang joked.
"Since you don't have the face to see people, then you should find a gauze scarf to cover your face. I've seen some foreign women do this. Even if they are ugly, others can't see them."
Shishi is naturally talking about the Arab women seen on TV. Before they get married, they always wear black veils on the streets...
"They are women and I am a pure man. How can I not be laughed at when I go out like that?" Zhang Yang replied with a wry smile.
However, he suddenly thought of something, and after pondering for a while, a look of surprise appeared on his face.
"It's getting late, let's go back!" Ling Bing'er glanced at the setting sun and reminded her.
As the sun set, it gradually became dark in the woods. The breeze blew through, making several people feel chills, and the sound of wolves howling began to be heard in the distance.
At night, wild beasts begin to appear, and the mountain roads are rugged and steep. It is easy to be in danger again if you are not careful under dark conditions.
"Can you walk? If not, can we make a stretcher to carry you down the mountain?" Tang Shuxin asked with a smile.
"This little injury is nothing. I can just walk down the mountain by myself." Zhang Yang endured the pain and turned over to get up.
I want to say it nicely. Among the beauties in front of me, each one is slimmer than the last. Who would be willing to carry me back?
Even if they were willing, they still felt they couldn't afford to shame this person...
After the rest just now, the body recovered quickly under the condensation of pure Yang true fire. Several girls talked and laughed along the way, and returned to the master's door more than an hour later.
After bidding farewell to Shishi and the others, Zhang Yang did not go back immediately, but rushed down the steps to the town down the mountain.
Although it is already dark, the commercial streets and supermarkets in the town have not closed their doors in order to attract business. The lights are brightly lit and people are busy coming and going.
Knowing that Master Shishu likes to drink, he first went to the supermarket and bought two bottles of Maotai, then bought some cooked meats, and finally walked into a shop selling cloth.
The sun was shining brightly during the day, but at night it was covered with dark clouds and the air was moist, as if it would rain heavily at any time.
"Zhang Yang, why did you come back so late?"
Returning to the master's door, the master was standing at the door waiting. When he saw him, he asked in a serious tone.
"I've been back in the mountains a long time ago."
Zhang Yang replied with a smile and continued: "I deliberately went to the town and bought two bottles of good wine to honor you and my uncle."
After finishing speaking, he lifted the two bottles of Maotai high.
"At last, my love for you was not in vain. It would be great to have this filial piety."
When Qing Lingzi heard the word "good wine", he walked out of the room, narrowed his eyes and walked over.
When he saw two bottles of Maotai, a look of surprise immediately appeared on his thin face, but he took them without hesitation and continued: "Maotai? Where did you get so much money to buy wine?"
Moutai is considered a high-end brand in China, and it is undoubtedly full of temptation for Taoist priest Qingyun and Qing Lingzi who love drinking.
However, the two of them also understood that two bottles of Maotai cost almost a thousand yuan, and Zhang Yang only brought a few hundred yuan with him when he went down the mountain. How could he have the money to buy such high-end liquor to honor himself?
"The time in college is very relaxed. After school, I work-study to earn some living expenses." Zhang Yang explained vaguely. He used this reason countless times and said it very smoothly.
"Work-study program? Do you mean washing dishes and doing odd jobs for others?" Taoist priest Qingyun asked with obvious doubts on his face.
"Well, almost."
Zhang Yang thought to himself, what kind of surprise would his uncle look like if he knew that he had earned hundreds of millions of shares using his hemostatic powder formula?
Of course, he had no intention of telling his master and uncle about the styptic powder. He tried to make it as difficult as possible when he spoke at the foot of the mountain. This would make it appear that the two bottles of Moutai were hard-earned, which would further illustrate his filial piety.
"How is this possible? You have never done anything in the teacher's sect..." Qing Lingzi still understood him very well. Before he finished speaking, his meaning was very clear.
Zhang Yang had never been willing to do such menial work in Danxia Mountain. How could he suddenly become so diligent in college?
"I have no choice. I only brought a few hundred yuan. If I don't think of anything, I will definitely starve to death."
Zhang Yang was too lazy to talk to them. He changed the subject and shifted the responsibility to the two people, making them embarrassed to ask further questions.
"Ahem, Zhang Yang has changed so much, we should be happy for him."
Sure enough, Taoist Master Qingyun coughed twice and continued awkwardly: "It is even more rare to have such filial piety, and it is not in vain that your uncle and I have spent so much effort and hard work to raise you."
"Yes, yes, come in quickly. You have grown up now. Come have a drink with us." Qing Lingzi greeted hurriedly, looking impatient.
As a dazzling bolt of lightning pierced the night sky, bursts of thunder came, and heavy rain began to fall in the sky.
There was an appetizing aroma floating in the room, a kerosene lamp emitted dim light, and there was a pot of steaming stew on the table...
"Master, Master, I also bought you some dishes to go with the wine, you can try them."
After Zhang Yang finished speaking, he took out the roasted chicken, beef and a few side dishes he had just bought from the bag he was carrying and placed them on the table.
"Why spend all this extra money? How can their food be as delicious as my uncle's?"
Qing Lingzi looked disdainful, pointed to the stew on the table and said: "When you come back this time, I deliberately stewed the wild duck carefully fed with dozens of medicinal alcohols, so that you can have a taste."
Damn, you are really thick-skinned, and you stewed it for me? Is it because you were afraid that the duck would die and hide under the bed and become spoiled and smelly, so you stewed it and ate it? Zhang Yang cursed secretly in his heart.
"Thank you, Uncle Master." After scolding in his heart, Zhang Yang picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of duck meat and put it in his mouth.
Wild duck meat is not as fatty as farmed duck meat. It is very strong and fed with the special medicinal wine prepared by Master Shishu. The rich aroma of wine and the nutrients of traditional Chinese medicine have completely penetrated into the duck meat. It is delicious and very tonic for the body. It can be seen that
He worked hard.
"What happened to your face?" Under the light, Taoist Master Qingyun saw the scars on his face and asked with concern.
"I accidentally scratched myself while catching hares in the mountains today."
"Well, you have grown up now and can no longer be as naughty and mischievous as you were when you were a child."
Taoist Priest Qingyun continued with a serious warning: "This time I send you down the mountain to study, it is also for your future plans."
"What are your plans for the future? What are your plans?" Zhang Yang stood up, opened Maotai, and asked the two of them with doubts.
"You have grown up, come have a drink with us." Qing Lingzi turned around and walked to the cupboard aside, took out a white porcelain wine glass, gave Zhang Yang a glass of wine and said.
In the past, they did not allow Zhang Yang to drink in Danxia Mountain. Firstly, because of his young age, they did not want him to learn to drink too early, and secondly, they were afraid that his drinking would delay his martial arts practice.
And when he came back this time, even though it was only two short months, Zhang Yang was still acting naughty and mischievous, but it made them feel a change as they gradually matured and grew up.
"Uncle, I don't know how to drink, I'm afraid of getting drunk." Zhang Yang replied hypocritically. (To be continued)